Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Before his words fell, Qiu Chengyi's right hand suddenly swelled.


Not only did its length become several times its original size, but it also stretched and segmented like a centipede's body twisting.


Immediately afterward, that grotesque arm swung at the oncoming Liang Yuntian.


Amidst the strange cries, the latter was flung dozens of meters away like a baseball, planting headfirst into a nearby rotting wooden building, smashing a deep pit upon impact.


However, the appetite clearly gave Liang Yuntian boundless strength; in just one second, he shook off the debris and clambered out of the pit, charging forward again.


This time his face had lost the last vestiges of flesh, his bones gleaming white as he moved completely on all fours.


Above his spine, more than a dozen scorpion-like bone spurs wafted and swayed.


Yet this time, his steps were hindered and torn by countless arms on the ground.


It was clear that Qiu Chengyi was handling them with increasing ease.


Chapter 231: Worm of Erosion (21)_1